Page 33 of Hired By the Enemy
I’m not sure if Matthew is trying to outdo the epic head I just gave him, but he’s definitely going all out. Deep throating me at the same time one hand is caressing the skin behind my balls, moving farther back to caress my hole.
He’s stroking himself lazily with the other hand, and holy fuck, the sight of Matthew O’Conner with my dick in his mouth, stroking his own dick at the same time, has my orgasm hurtling toward me at full speed.
“I’m close,” I warn.
Of course all that does is encourage Matthew to speed up. I would have expected nothing less.
My orgasm is so intense I almost black out. I’m vaguely aware that Matthew has swallowed everything and then gently pulled his mouth away. He moves up, looking down at my body as he continues to jerk off, his breath coming in frantic gasps.
Do I like how Matthew is using the sight of my abs andsoftening cock as his own personal spank bank? It appears I definitely do.
“Gimme that,” I say, grabbing his cock.
Matthew thrusts obligingly into my hand. His dark eyes meet mine, and the dazed lust there makes my spent cock give a twitch.
But before it can attempt a miraculous resurrection, Matthew is coming all over my chest.
He pitches forward, faceplanting onto the mattress.
“I’m done.”
“I notice you’ve left all the mess on me to clean up.”
“You’re welcome.” His voice is muffled by the mattress.
Stifling a chuckle, I get out of bed and go to the bathroom.
But my afterglow fades under the harsh fluorescent lights in the bathroom, and I stare at myself in the mirror, at my flushed face, my neck and chest marked by Matthew.
What the hell are we doing?
It’s that question that drives me back into the room.
Matthew has turned over and is lying staring at the ceiling with an expression that suggests the same question is swirling in his mind right now.
“So, um…do we need to talk about this?” I ask.
Matthew turns to look at me, his face morphing into a frown.
“I didn’t expect sex from my fake boyfriend, Liam, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not normally a bonus service I offer my clients,” I say.
He studies me closely. “I’m thinking it’s a way to release the tension between us, right? I mean, it’s natural some strain builds up when we’re together so much and have to fake being in love.”
“You mean, it’s just an outlet to relieve our animosity so we can continue to pretend to be boyfriends,” I say slowly.
“Exactly.”
“Okay. I’m on board with that.” I yawn. Then I go to the couch and start constructing my bed.
“What are you doing?” Matthew asks.
“Well, if you want me to be the perfect fake boyfriend tomorrow, I need some sleep.”
Matthew props himself up on one elbow to watch me. His throat works. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” he says eventually.
I hesitate. “You sure?”
